Today, Felix had deliberately dressed up. On top, she wore a white sleeveless mini dress from Blue Burning Clouds, with a chain-strap jacket draped over her shoulders, a pair of short knight boots, and even used a miracle to streak several locks of her hair. She looked dashing and handsome, and standing in front of the Floor Mirror, she could not help twisting left and right, admiring herself for several minutes.
Although she considered her beauty no less than anyone else's, in truth, without miracle enhancements, the women in the group did not have any obvious difference in looks. Their distinctions lay only in their different temperaments: the Sword Maiden was charming, the Witch was cute, Silver Lamp was serene, Vishy was bewitching, Daedalus was full of allure, while she had a bit of everything. But after all, her position was that of a follower/Servant, so Felix usually dressed in a conservative and plain style, trying her best not to steal the spotlight from the Demigods—though she probably could not steal it anyway.
Besides, dressing conservatively in daily life while going bolder in selfies also highlighted the fun of contrast.
But selfies were only for her own appreciation, and that seemed a bit pointless... Then why had I kept it up for these past few months? And who exactly was secretly scoring my selfies? Could it be the Gospel God?
She put on makeup that made her look a little more lively and energetic, clenched her fist, and cheered herself on in the mirror. "Felix, you can do it. Right now, you're the only one who can save this team!"
Everyone had seen the heavy atmosphere in the team yesterday. Felix really could not bear to watch their relationship grow distant and deteriorate like this, because they were all people